Happy Ichabod Day

even though my time at Washburn University was short, I still have a very fond memories of being an Ichabod!


“she said her name is Raven” (2017)

She said her name is raven

After she twirled on the pole

Stopping to give a me hug

And allow the dollar to be

Inserted in her g string

She said her name is raven

As she sat next to me

Taking a shot of alcohol

And rubbing my inner thigh

She said her name is raven

As she explained the tattoos across her canvas

The skull and roses on her arms

The outstretched owl beneath her breasts

She said her name is raven

As she removed her top and shoes

And sat atop my lap

Whispering in my ear

She said her name is raven

As she allowed my hands to explore

While she moved her body against mine

In time to the music

She said her name is raven

As the song came to an end

But my pockets are now empty

And our time is now done

a letter to you (2004)

a letter to you

since i left you

you’ve been all that I’ve seen

the clouds in the sky shape your face

the sun as bright as your smile

the wind whispers your voice to

allowing for hope all the while

everything seems to have your touch

no matter what i do

for every reminder of you i see

i’ve seen everything else but you


choices (2005)


i didnt chose to be here

i didnt choose my name

i didnt choose my birthdate

or my family just the same

didnt choose the hand i was dealt

didnt have the chance of seeing what the dealer’s holding

dont seem to have much choice left

still have the chance of folding

and it’d be my choice to make

i didnt choose to meet you

we were both just in the same place

i did choose to get to know you

in part because of your face

i did chose to love you

though it was the wrong choice to make

it was a choice to give a lot to you

and it was your choice to only take

it is said opposites attract (2005)

it is said opposites attract

she is everything

i am nothing

she is the top of the mountain

i am the depths of the sea

she brightens a room with her appearance

i attempt to solely blend into the crowd

she is the life of the party

i am solitude

she can move on as i l never existed

i struggle when i cant hear her voice

she thinks her worst is good enough for me

while my best is not good enough for her

it is said opposites attract

she is everything

i am nothing

how opposite is that

the answer’s not at the bottom of the bottle (2005)


the answer’s not at the bottom of the bottle

nor the bottom of the blue solo cup

nor in the gallons of cognac

or vodka

or lemonade

or other juices that splash down your throat

in an effort to change your mindstate

from loneliness and despair

to one of optimism

and hope


the reason for religion

but my religion comes in glass bottles

of various shapes and sizes





though in the end

its all rather expensive

and could have been used better

than momentary pleasure